I feel like I stuck my fingerin a light socketand I want to do it againI lie back and take you inover and over until my mindflies high away from hereand I am free.

When I wake, my brain throbsagainst my bonesas if it were trying to escape…I want to do it again, take you inanywhere I can until the painstopsthe ache dullsand the rest is silence.

I know I am addictedyou are crack/cocaine, heroinAll I want or needFill me up againI can’t think of or feelanything elseI’m begging for itJust to get my fixTo feel you on my skinTo smell you, taste youEuphoria to my senses.

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I'm a published poet and playwright, rock star in my living room, southern girl with an activist heart, pianist, music fanatic, word obsessor, laugh-until-you-cry-and-hold-your-sides lover, blondie with a brain and everything in between.